Stolen Light

	The moon was casting a lonely gaze upon the city as Cyril alighted down on the ground. His bare paws padded him forward as he scanned the buildings, occasionally glancing back at the letter in his hand. It listed a time and location along with the message of ‘I know what you are’. Needless to say, that intrigued the teal bat enough to see what this was all about anyways. His black like ears twitched with every nose, ruffling his wings as the cold air pressed all around him. He didn’t shiver though, he loved this chill. So much so, he dressed as light as possible. A fishnet top and a mesh jockstrap. Acceptable by society? Not at all. Did the demon care? Nope. He could always use his magic and appear dressed if the need arose but he had been comfy at his mortal housing when he read the note. Why bother getting all dressed up.
	The white splotches of his fur was seen through the top, along with the crest where his core was and his chest tuft. Below was a thick trail of green pubes leading to his waistband and the taunt pouch that did nothing to hide his massive endowment. Ice blue eyes drifted from warehouse to warehouse, having been set down in that area of town as he scratched his bare ass. Cyril lightly teased his cleft and felt a pulse between his legs. Huh, he was stirring. Not an often occurrence by himself. A sigh eased its way from his muzzle, a cloud of white frost appearing. This game of searching was already losing its luster and the bat wondered if this was even worth his time. He paused after his trek, turning to see the warehouse address. Comparing, he found the two matched and proceeded to throw open both doors.
	The demon hadn’t considered there being much inside and it turned out he was correct. It was a nearly empty warehouse, with a few boxes set up towards the opposite wall. However, the faint glow and buzzing of angelic magic piqued his curiosity. As he looked at the frame to gauge the magical intent behind the hidden symbols, he was barreled into from behind. Sent flying, Cyril felt the tug of magic pulling him, seemingly slowing time. It felt like going into water, except there wasn’t anything on the other side. Once through, the bat was able to flip himself around before he crashed into the boxes, shattering them.
	“I have you now, demon!”
	Said demon’s ears twitched. With a sigh, he awkwardly stood up in the middle of the mess. Glancing about, he took note of the slight tinge the world had taken on, a sure sign of being dragged into a different realm. Another reason to believe that was the celestial being standing in front of him. An affinity angel, by the looks of it. The general white body covered by golden vines, the gold topped wings splayed out in anger and the bird like head on a long neck. The mask upon the face, the fluttering tabard and the bog-standard staff. Yep, another one of them. With a frosty puff of air out, Cyril stepped out from the mess and stood in front of it. Sure, a jump or something would have been fancy or something but that took way too much effort for the bat.
	“Kid, I’m way out of your league.” His voice was quite monotone. How many of these creatures would actually challenge him before they came to realize it was fruitless? At least one more, given the shaking from the celestial.
	“You will not have your way upon the mortal plane!” And with that, they leapt forward. A very choreographed attack, one that made the demon roll his eyes and easily side step. The back swing, once more expected, was evaded by Cyril stepping backwards. He could easily take care of this angel, but where was the excitement in that? So he just kept on dodging and parrying the angry affinity’s onslaught, a small grin forming as he kept watching the celestial grow ever increasingly angry. A punch here, a kick there, swipe, jab forward. The bat made it all the worse by moving each attack just enough to make it miss or barely touch him. A scratch or a nick here or there to frustrate the angel. He hadn’t even retaliated with an attack of his own, just occasionally tripping them or pushing them away.
	The demon only lamented his clothing. Given he wasn’t even bother to properly dodge, tears and rips formed all throughout his already meager outfit. Even a huge chunk was gone from the side of it. Cyril did phase in enough to watch as the affinity took the top of the staff off and threw it like a frisbee. Easily he side stepped it before the now bo staff was coming at him in a side hit. Ears twitched as he heard the metallic clang but not a second one soon after. With a low growl, the bat kicked the staff back up towards the celestial, who caught it in surprise with their other hand. Jumping, the demon kicked off the staff and backflipped over the returning spinning disc. Good news? It missed his body. Bad news? It was noticeably draftier now. Cyril gazed upon his ruined jockstrap, ear twitching some more. Custom ordering fitting jockstraps was a pain in the ass. Though when he looked up, his muzzle curled ever so softly into a smirk. The angel’s beak had dropped open, angling their head as if to stare at the bat’s dick. It was no lie to say the demon was well endowed, even flaccid. Spreading his legs more and swaying ever so slightly back and forth, he said.
	“We can do a different sword fight if you’d prefer.”
	Even under the mask, Cyril could say the affinity was well flustered. “V-vile creature! D-do not tempt h-heaven’s warriors!”  Oh yea, they were hella tempted. It was only mild disappointment the celestial didn’t take his offer but instead reached to their waistband and pulled out what look like a small pellet. Growling, heavenly power shot through the item before it was thrown to the ground. The bat blocked the bright light from his eyes. Normal versions of smoke bombs and flash bangs did little but annoy him. Angel powered? It stung like normal ones would. Want to know what else stung? The blade that was driven into his shoulder. He grunted as he felt it, finally hitting the angel with a solid backhand to get them away from him.
	The panting affinity was grinning now. “Now we’ll see your true form! Then I’ll kill you proper!”
	His…true form? Looking back at the blade, he noticed there was enochian script written on the blade. As he touched it, the demon felt the burning of holy magic coursing through him, reaching towards his core. When it got there, it felt like it was tearing at it, wanting desperately to get into it. A hand now rested over his tattoo marking on his chest, where his core was, as he glared at the celestial.
	“Won’t be so tough when you come out, now will you?”
	This creature caused his eye and ear to twitch. Fine, if they wanted his full glory so badly, he’d share it willingly. Breathing in deeply, he exhaled a thick cloud of frost and let his control slip.  Cyril nearly moaned as he let his power flood into every inch of his body, feeling as his own body slowly turned to ice. But the ice extended both width and height as it form more of a jagged ice wall. Cracks began to spread throughout the wall, shaking, before it exploded. The affinity had taken cover as the bat growled low and emerged. He had grown twice his size, completely built unlike his lithe mortal form. His body fur retracted to thick skin, still teal, yet marred by cracks and ridges. Massive wings spread halfway, the gray-green membranes torn from many battles, closing in back above his long and thick tail. The knees, calves, shoulders and forearms now matching his wing and ear colors, much like his nipples. Stud like protrusions now covered the start of his fingers, claws tipping all of his digits.
	The demon’s head sported the main difference, no longer an animal snout. It resembled more of a humanoid’s wearing a helmet. His white jaw sported a hole where his ‘mask’ didn’t cover and fangs could be seen under it. Horns grew in front of his ears and his eyes no longer had pupils but glowed a bright, chilling white. Thick white fur grew around his neck, connecting to a trail leading down his body to his groin where it gathered once more over his endowment. His cock had not changed much beyond becoming proportional to his new measurements, the teal dick swinging as he took a step with his digitigrade legs. The entirety of his body exudes a chilling aura, enough to cause frost all around him.
	The angel was trembling as Cyril now loomed over them, even standing far from them. Power flowed through every movement he made now, tensing his entire body to feel the age old body he had gotten over centuries or longer. His gaze swung over himself, a smirk coming as he felt the stirring once more, much more powerful. A demon of his caliber, even with a low sex drive, would have urges. Though hearing the subtle shift from the other side of the warehouse brought his pupil-less eyes to the affinity.
	“W-what manner of d-demon are you?!” With his improved hearing, the bat could distinguish enough to tell the celestial was of the female orientation. Did that really matter? Angels could be any gender, but they had their own tastes based in the mortal realm. Regardless, a frosty chuckle came, deep from his chest.
	“The wrong kind to fight with.” Cyril began to pad forwards, intent on scaring the affinity away. Instead, the panicked female lashed out, staff bearing down. Another chuckle as the demon easily grasped the top of it, getting even closer. In another moment of panic, the celestial reached down once more. Patience thin, he reacted quickly as she raised her hand, grabbing her wrist and pushing magic through his hand. With a cry, the angel dropped the pellet as her wrist was engulfed in ice, which the bat restrained by growing the ice to the ceiling and sticking it there. An attempt to kick his side with the opposite foot met a similar fate. Half stuck, the affinity pulled hard for the staff. Holding it for a moment, Cyril let it go and grinned as the strength applied forced it to fly off and clang against the ground. No problem in finishing with the bindings.
	“Damn you demon! Let me go!” The celestial tried to pass off as angry, but the demon could tell she was scared as she thrashed about in her icy chains. Wondering what exactly to do with the female, the bat’s keen senses started to notice things. Such as the very spread-eagle position the angel was in. The way the tabard was more form fitting now, showing off the breasts upon the chest and a lump between the legs. His eyes narrowed some at that, tuning out the continued swearings of vengeance as he pondered this. Would the angel be that vain as to be both? Reaching forward, he grasped the tabard and tore it off. There was a cry of outrage at his actions but he ignored it.
	“B-bastard! Don’t you dare!” Well, there it was. A glorious field of golden pubes surrounded a cock and a set of balls. He reached forward and lifted them, noting the hair surrounded the genital and continued around to the very obvious slit underneath the male genitals. Even lower was the hidden star. Damn, a hermaphrodite affinity. Rare for one of these types to be. Must think highly of herself. Cyril leaned forward, his tongue flicking out to better his sense of smell.
	“Deplorable scum! Get your filthy hands off me!” There was the hint of sweetness he assumed was there. The scent of one unclaimed. His demonic blood began to sing an ancient song, one of desires and defilement. It easily centered between his own legs, feeling himself throb and grow slightly. His earlier stirring spurred on his wicked thoughts as a devilish grin formed on his maw. The bat saw the celestial shudder.
	“W-what are you g-grinning at?”
	“Your punishment.” He knelt down.
	“Punishment?! I-AH!” The angel jerked as the demon let his tongue drag from the cleft; over the hidden hole; along the length of the pussy; between the orbs; and up the underside of the shaft. He watched the twitch the flesh rod gave, a smirk on his face before he engulfed it in his mouth. His tongue undulated along the underside as he sucked hard on it. The affinity was arching and silently screaming as Cyril slipped the now hard cock from his lips. Licking them, he moved down and instantly shoved his tongue into the folds of the sex. The celestial jolted at the sudden appendage in them, clamping hard on the tongue. The bat was not deterred, rather, he pushed deeper as he explored the sides. Then he felt it, the barrier divide of the angel. Unable to help himself, the demon slowly drug his tongue along the length of it, thrumming. While it did very little for the one getting it, for a demonic creature like himself, getting to have a delicacy like virgin insides was a real treat. Male, female, if they were untainted, they all had this rarer taste to them.
	“B-bastard.” The voice was shaky and the angel panted. Clearly effects of the stimulation she’d never had before. Cyril himself was lightly stroking his own dick as it rose from slumber fully. With that, he stood himself. “How dare you do such things to a heavenly being!”  He paced around the affinity, who had stopped looking towards him and was busy with one of the arm restraints now. His own length bobbed with every thunderous step he took. “When I get out of this I’ll-“ the rest of that was unfinished as the bat shoved his fingers into the crook of the celestial’s mouth.
	“You talk too much.” With that, he applied some magic and ‘froze’ the muzzle open. Then he grasped the neck right below the jaw and forced it down to be face-level with his own genitals. The angel tensed up before starting to thrash as much as possible, which wasn’t too much. She couldn’t even get her head free from the demon’s powerful grasp as he grabbed ahold of his dick and placed it in front of the hinged open maw. Deep breathes washed over the cool shaft before Cyril placed the head inside. The top ‘spike’ slid along the tongue, the blunt head doing no favors for the inexperienced affinity. She gagged once on it as he reached the start of the throat, though a little more magic kept it from doing more than gagging.
	“Relax and breathe.” Sage advice from a millennia old creature to give. The bat pulled back the admittedly small portion of his dick enough to let the celestial do as such before he pushed right back in. Another gag, but this time he didn’t let up against the ring of flesh inside. It was with a choke and a grunt it finally parted and let him slide deeper in. His grip had to widen as his girth easily bulged out the celestial’s long but thin neck. The demon stopped halfway in, enjoying the tight wetness he was encased in, even if it was too warm for his tastes. Always was. Then the convulsions started and made him growl out from the tightening passage. Admittedly reluctant, he had to pull himself from the throat, the angel coughing and sputtering as she breathed. While Cyril didn’t overly care if she did perish, he did want his ‘retribution’.
	With that in mind, he paused for only a moment before he pushed back in, forcing the throat to open once more around his shaft. Even squeezing himself through the affinity’s neck was something to entice his lust further. Puffs of frost came from his maw as he panted, thrusting in and out of the celestial. Careful not to lose himself to his pleasure, he leaned forward and kept at his pumping hips. Eyes trailing over his handiwork on choking the angel, his gaze slipped down to the dick nestled in golden brush. With his tongue running over his lips and fangs, the bat’s free hand grasped the length and angled it to engulf it all in his mouth. The jolt and constriction around the demon’s own cock was a pleasant reward, pulling his hips back enough to let the other breathe in respite while he worked. He sucked hard and let his tongue twist and twirl around the length. Rewarded again, his tongue flicked across the cumslit as pre oozed from the hard shaft.
	Cyril slurped off the pulsing shaft, his tastes tingling. As always, angel seed had that special quality to be one of the best tasting things in existence. Even just the pre was good. His tail lashing, the bat repositioned himself, legs braced and hands gripping the neck. No longer could he hold back, he would rut until he finished. He shoved his cock from tip to halfway repeatedly, the slight pauses as he stretched the ring to the throat easing as it opened itself to him. Soon enough it was barely even there, the affinity unable to keep from accepting the massive length. The demon could feel his balls tightening as he plunged in again and again, his hands forced wider while bulging the long passage.
	With a hard thrust, Cyril let out a snarl and paused himself to erupt. He could feel his dick pulse before wads of his seed bypassed even the gullet to shoot directly into the stomach. He was only on his second shot when the convulsions started again. It was tight, tight enough to be painful as he his third rope escaped him before he pulled back. The fourth happened in transit before he rested against the ring as he finished off his rather large orgasm. Even so, the celestial sputtered and hacked, the bat’s cum coating his length and escaping the lips of the angel. Quite a feat, given his anatomy helped seal holes well. A rather devious thought crossed his mind as he considered the next step.
	As he was letting his last couple of pulses sputter out, the demon brought his tail under his legs and pulled his cock out with a wet pop. The affinity, refusing to ingest any more of his seed, let it pour from her beak, some sliding down to the mask she wore, ‘melting’ the brace on her muzzle. Some of the cum splattered on his tail tip, his smirk growing as he felt the cold seed on it. Perfect. It’d do well.
	“B-bastard.” There was little heat in the word, coming out as barely more than a croak. Deep breaths and coughing was more important than words at this time as Cyril walked himself back around the trapped female. He let out a chuckle, seeing the light stretching of her stomach as he rounded back to her spread legs.
	“You’ll be the one with a bastard.” The bat couldn’t help but stroke his used shaft, the wet slurping preluding him grasping it. He moved forward while hearing the other speak.
	“W-what?” The affinity tensed up as the demon oh so crudely placed his flat head against the entrance to her pussy. “N-no, please…”
	With his free hand, he used it to lightly spread the slit open, angling his cock to help open the passage. It took some force and maneuvering but Cyril was able to get the front of his dick to be wrapped in the velvet tight opening. He thrummed with contentment as the celestial shook.
	“Time for retribution.”
	“P-please!” It was such a heartfelt plea, one that would tug at any creature’s heartstrings. Too bad the bat didn’t have a true heart, just an ice cold core. He pushed forward, only a couple of inches getting in before he was pressed up against the hymen. The angel tensed up at that, facing away from him as she tried to keep to herself intact. Pulling out just a bit, the demon waited for the right moment. It almost seemed like a war of attrition before the affinity’s body gave out. Unable to remain tense for so long, she relented her hold. At that moment, Cyril thrust forward and broke through the barrier. A loud cry echoed, as did a hiss. She was spasming around what bit of his length was buried in her, the clamping of a virgin being deflowered. His eyes lidded at the intense sensation, allowing the celestial to recover slightly so he himself could.
	Once she had finished convulsing so hard on his shaft, the bat pushed forward even further. The tightness was nearly painful and the heat certainly was well beyond what he favored himself. Though when his blunt head tapped against another wall inside the female affinity, the bat was rather entertained. She was trying so hard not to break in front of him, body shaking and breathing stuttered to in a war of pleasure and despair. Not bothering to even face him, the demon was all too aware of the celestial’s still hard cock. A single claw ran up the underside and he inhaled sharply at the tensing around the top of his shaft. Cyril’s only desire was to have more of himself in the angel, being limited to less than half. Oh well, it was hard in mortal form, let alone his demonic form. Though he grinned as he gazed around his dick to the tail he was bringing up between his legs.
	The coated tip was brought up to the bat’s length, trailing it down from there. The female tensed up at the initial prod to the underside of her sex before relaxing, then stiffening once more as it ran over the other hole. Her head snapped towards him as he started to press it firmly against the ring of flesh. Then it lowered and turned away once more, defeated. The celestial sagged, letting his tail find purchase. A gasp and grunt came from her as his tail went inside, filling and stretching as he placed a fair amount inside. While not a true claiming, well, it was what one made of it he supposed. Cyril wasted no time though, dragging his tail back to push back in. The angel hissed, shuddering. Disgust or pleasure, hard to say and the bat hardly cared anymore. Letting one of his hands grasp his cock loosely halfway between the affinity’s pussy and his base, the demon began to pump his hips counter tandem to his tail.
	His hand slid up his wet shaft as it began leaving the female, stimulating his lower half while he pushed back in before pulling free. Pushing back in, he bumped against her cervix, pre leaking to cool the rampant warmth of the passage. The demon’s pace was rather slow, rather enjoying the celestial’s reaction. The panting, shuddering wreck of a celestial as she was given the pleasure of sex for the first time. Most other demons wouldn’t be bothered to keep in check, but Cyril had mastered the art of destroying someone slowly. A quick romp would only lead to ire and hatred towards demonkind. No, to truly do any damage, you had to know when and how to strike. A malicious grin found itself on his own panting face, watching the bulge his massive dick made every time he pushed in. With a low growl, he picked up the pace, sliding even easier into the looser sex. Not only that, he could feel every clench on his tail as well, getting ever closer to each other. It wouldn’t be too long.
	Once more, the bat went faster and harder. Lightly battering the angel’s inner wall, she could no longer stay silent as she gasped and groaned. She began to tense up more, shivering. With a cry, the affinity orgasmed. The demon watched as her leaking dick pulsed and shot ropes of cum all over her chest, even splattering her breasts. He also felt the convulsions inside, around his tail and length. It was so tight, Cyril would even say it was painful had he been any less of a demon. As it stood, all it did was further his own lust. Her internal juices washed his cock, leaking out around it even and slipping to his tail. He waited while she went through her first climax, make her really feel it. When the celestial had stopped spasming as much, the bat decided it was time to truly finish this round. Moving his free hand to her hip, he began hammering away. No longer was this about the angel’s pleasure, this was his, as he picked up the gasps and groans once more of one who is sensitive after orgasm. The demon was likely bruising her cervix, his hand blurring on the lower half of his shaft. His tail was left stuffed inside the ass as his balls rose up to his own ending.
	At the end, he gave a few powerful if slower thrusts before roaring. Mashing his length against the womb, he erupted. Cold seed poured from his head, a lot of it pushing through the barrier while some splattered his dick and the angel’s pussy. He watched as her already distending belly grew even rounder as he spilt his load in her most personal of spaces. Admittedly a lesser amount than the one in her throat, Cyril was still pleased with how much was left to fill the female with. With a frosty sigh after a few moments, he pulled himself completely free of the used affinity. The bat rather enjoyed watching his seed web across the gaping hole, while some of it leaked down to the less open hole beneath. Though his gaze did drift up to the still rather stiff cock she had. A toothy smirk presented itself, feeling that if he was going to defile this heavenly creature, might as well do it all.
	Kneeling again, he once more engulfed the celestial’s shaft into his maw. A loud cry emitted from above as he sucked and twirled his tongue around to get it fully hard again. As he again slurped off, her head was towards him once more. With a smirk and a wink, the demon stood and turned about, lifting his tail. Without any hesitation, he impaled himself on the heavenly length. Another loud cry behind him as he hissed himself. It wasn’t painful, he’d taken worse up his ass, but it still was a rare occurrence for him to bottom. Still, he did wish he was his normal size to feel it better. Alas, he did what he could with what was given. Cyril ground himself against the base, gyrating his hips as he squeezed hard. The gasps were good signals while he began to ride from tip to base. He clenched, he wiggled, he did everything in the book to get the celestial to finish and finish she did. With another loud cry, she once more erupted. Warm seed painted his insides, a feeling he did enjoy from time to time. The splattering on the floor was an added bonus as she dripped their mixed seed to the floor.
	With a heave, the bat stood, spreading his ass just to show his own tailhole dripping with cum before he looked back at the angel. She was shaking. Time to finish things.
	“Enjoy the nephilim.”
	She sobbed at that, finally breaking fully. With that, the demon began walking towards the door. Every thunderous step had ice encase more and more of him until he froze completely. Shattering immediately afterwards, he was once more in his mortal form, much smaller but still very nude and creamy. He pushed open the door, phasing once more into the mortal realm from the portal the affinity had made. He had released the magic holding the bindings, but it’d still take about an hour for her to get free. Cyril began walking down the street, cum freely dripping from his shaft and ass. After another couple of warehouses, though, he turned into an alley and sagged against the wall.
	His hand came up to rest over his core, much warmer than it had been previously. Damn, he’d have to leave sooner than he had wanted. He rested against the wall, sliding down it to sit. A frosty breath puffed from him, grinning. He didn’t doubt that the seed wouldn’t take. Given his cold disposition, it was a rarity that it ever did without either being of similar disposition to the cold or having altered things with magic. Still, no need for the female to know that right? If it meant she’d regale them with what he did, well, they would be less likely to come after him, at least for a decade or two. More than enough to pop back to the frozen hell that was his true home. Standing, he stretched and knelt, jumping up to catch the roof. From there, his wings spread wide as he sprung up and began flying back towards his mortal dwelling. Perhaps not the best use of his night, but he’d be lying if he said he regretted it.